Rugged like Rwanda, wind up far or get chopped up to rush the spot like baby urine get mopped up Tags that spray your with rap aerosol Organized graffiti lectures in can
Or level with the racing uptown first to Fort Apache I'm much too much for any style to master me From the thought's bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga chaser
Downtown deface a heroin debaser Open up your eyes and clean out your Wide open the grand canyon couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Coming home on work shoplifting at the rap store But sabotaging me ain't I'm crooked like Wind starring as Cochise
With a big baseball bat you get robbed DeNiro A still ain't nothing but a hero Just a small of the abstract the rhyme gets crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act
Whether shooting or wax I go all out and attack crabs and that's crazy wack We all be pimps, and we all can't rap You got to get your dollars on cause on like that
Here's what I you to do Niggas the green Axe and burgundy Forerunner Inhuman Blade Runner I'm rhyming all summer just listen to the drummer
Transistor blister freak the impeders Funk flow we expose in sequence Napalm gets dropped long range like optics Check the rhyme activity skills is microscopic
to my crew and my nigga El-P Who's here to spark it all these crabs to flee
Check it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs Color me 'cause I'm that crazy robot on the edge of outer space Spitting buckshots till black holes surround me, you me
As far as I'm concerned, got your ashes in an urn Big up, the temperamental none barred kid What's confunction? Tracks is type dusty Drinking water out the well of life and I'ma piss it rusty
and phonics, you're god damned right I'm on 'em like pacemakers hooked up to clappers Clap off, to my free form jubilee, look at me The witness to the shit you be
DBA P known as a simp and I'm a sycophant Feeding on fats passed and In and out of my state rep tyrannical
Wrecks techs bust mechanical Rusty goner weasel painting on an easel a head up What bitch you're shadows
Look out my way you pull breath out to battle Breaking your double helix, and now the is single Not mono, I burn the needle out your El-P the third gunner on the knoll
Stroll, keep the seal of heaven in my pocket You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets I'm so of recycled metaphors Bet but I'd fuck Ingalls only when she's done with her chores
Got rappers tip toeing on a Highway to Got manners like Bruce Banner when he's I'm sick of corny beats and your crowd-involved hooks 'Cause I'm a thinker, evil anus letting off
8 steps to The sum of each forms an octagon Let rhyme styles get
8 to perfection The sum of each part forms an Where rhyme get sparked
The holy terror, moves you never won't win Playing taps on a You can never the rhyme origin I rate one like a Chinese, like a chin
Hot corduroy, Bally's that's so fitted Niggas came and assed out my tracks and 'em shitted Fuck the movement, the smooth shit to letcha know, never do I use it
Strictly the for the ghetto music in my cipher Shorty the sniper Jeep like When I take aim handling wall to wall Mr. attract lyrics like magnets
They fuck up speaking when I'm stabbing it Like the Juice, then go Bronco busting That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to the math To kick any type sport the vandal
I manhandle, emcees get murdered Tennessee Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Massacre' One two three, 'The of Pelham' underground New York be the dwelling
I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals If you murder up in the you murder in a temple